and the cat came back

B took this picture of lu over the weekend, and of course i couldn’t resist posting it. she just looks too mischievous to pass this one up!

And lately, she has been one mischievous cat. She’s also been spending a lot of time under our bed, snuggled up to yet another one of my unfinished knitting projects. Inside that bag is a half-knit yellow cardigan. Maybe someday I’ll finish and tell you guys ALL about it! But first, of course, because of my last post, I have to master worms and hydroponic gardens.

Also, another announcement (buried in the middle of a CAT post so that maybe no one will notice?): I’ve decided to (try to) get ordained. It’s going to be a long (YEARS-long) process that I will document here, which is going to be uncomfortable because I will actually have to start talking about stuff I “believe in” instead stuff that I don’t. Which is obviously difficult because I don’t really know what I “believe in”, first and foremost because I think “believing in” something is a post-enlightenment concept that we don’t conscienticize or evaluate for ourselves.

And now I’m going to stop writing before I lather myself into a hole of self-pity and theological consternation at 11:45 on a worknight. plenty of time for that over the next few years, my friends. PLENTY OF TIME.

But, I just thought I’d say it: BEHOLD. you are reading a future minister’s words. take stock and grains of salt as needed.

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CSA-hooray!

every so often i become possessed with a new project. luckily, i circle back to my obsessions often enough to do things like finish quilts, gloves, or baby blankets–but for the most part, every few months or so i find a new passion and it does not let me go until it has had its way with me.

this post  is to record my latest foray with a newfound passion. it’s an interest that’s been germinating for a while, but sprang up to possess me yesterday and today.

it all began quite innocently. i went with leslie to the CSA fair at the Seward Co-op in Minneapolis.

It was raining gently outside, and the air smelled fresh, like soil. Leslie knows a lot about food, so I let her do the talking and followed along as she spoke with the farmers, asking questions that I wouldn’t have even known to ask, much less thought to ask. These were mostly family farms; parents making a life and a living off of the land, in a way that is good for the land, and good for our bodies.

the farm i think B and I have decided to go with is in its first year, called Growing Lots Urban Farm. apparently it’s right in Minneapolis somewhere (at a location yet to be disclosed), so the food that we’ll be eating this summer will literally be about as local as we could possibly get. i really like the idea of bringing the food we grow right into our own environments. it sounds a little goofy to say, maybe, but i think we’d all be a little better off if we knew where our food came from. it seems to me that this separation from food we’ve created for ourselves engenders that fear people have of vegetables, and that gravitation people have toward processed food. if we started thinking about food coming from the ground, instead of food coming from stores, maybe we’d be less ridiculous about eating stuff like broccoli.

Another cool idea? Roof Farming. This has of course taken off in New York (where, frankly, they kind of need it more), and finally is starting to catch on in Minneapolis. Hurrah! I’m excited to see how that organization does in the next few years.

If we had a yard, this would potentially be the year that I’d dabble in vegetable gardening for the first time. But, since we don’t, I’m kind of fascinating by window farms.

They really, really look a little bit beyond my level of expertise… but we’ll see. They also remind me of the hanging gardens of babylon, which as a really big biblical scholar geek (king nebuchadnezzar, anyone?), only makes me want to do it more. PLUS we have the PERFECT WINDOW. (B is shaking his head right now and sighing. he knows first-hand the extent of my crazies when i get consumed by a project. And, he’s also seen me stop more than once mid-project…).

Maybe more along my skill level (but a potential stepping stone, perhaps?) is indoor composting via worms, a.k.a. vermiculture.

We even have a friend who will give us some of her worms.

So, there you have it, friends! My new obsession has been outlined to you in full, taking immediate effect in our CSA share and potential vermiculture. Does anyone have any good blogs, articles, videos, etc to share? Please post them in the comments–I need more info to consume!!! And, don’t worry yourselves–you’ll get the full updates of my attempts, travails, successes, and failures all right here.


on a lovely april day

so, yes! the grand blog experiment of february DID result in at least ONE productive thing: i finished those gorgeous fingerless gloves and i gave them to gibson! (it is a serendipitous wonder indeed that, in true literary style of ME, the words “gibson” and “gloves” are alliterative. small feats such as this bring me great joy.)

gibson is one patient woman. she won these gloves on february 11, and did NOT receive them until about four days ago. let’s not go into the crazy schedule that consumed my life for nearly the entire month of march; instead, let’s just say… wow, gibson. you are well-conditioned to waiting. were you regularly at the end of the lunch line as a kid?

also, gibson is very cute. see photo below.

the two of us shared a lovely, unseasonably warm april afternoon in Cathedral Hill. it was SO WARM outside that we not only got to sit outside, but i even drank iced tea. WITHOUT GETTING GOOSEBUMPS.

we talked about the church, about being recovering bible camp counselors (can i call you “recovering,” gibson?), about needing space for flexibility and ideas and openness within systems of belief. (speaking of which: did anyone else hear about how awesome jennifer knapp is recently?!)

all the while, i was admiring how well the fingerless gloves match her green eyes, green purse, green wallet, and even lime-green tea. yup: i think those gloves found themselves a nice little home.